Spellcraft? Or Knowledge (arcana)? Who knows? [Open]

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Having given warning to the crew as they asked -- and regretting the days in his own lands, where massive ground-shaking detonations would earn no more notice than a peddler with delicious folded bread -- Aibghalien stepped into the sensorium. With a wave of his hand he bade it produce the image of his former laboratory -- much like his current one, save the outer walls were constructed of massive blocks of stone, testament to its position in the tallest tower of the castle he once dwelt in.

Then, with more painstaking care than it seemed worth, he began forming duplicates of each of his magical items, pausing to laboriously inspect each one before setting it to one side, next to its actual twin.

This promised to be a fruitful night.

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[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae was eager to try out the Sensoriums again. It proved to be interesting training. Definately notthe same as real combat but it was one hell of a workout. She opened the door to one of them, walking in a bit relaxed albeit in her full get up. Armored and with her three weapons, her twin blades at her side and Shadowmourne on her back.

"...." She sighed. "Another one in use..? Can't really say it surprises me, this'll get some getting used to still." She looked around for a bit just amazed at how the sensoriums felt so real before she would decide to go searching for an empty one again.

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When he heard someone step in, he turned with a professional smile. That smile altered to a real one, if slightly more subdued, when he saw who it was; in their brief crossing of paths, he'd decided he liked as much of the orc girl as he'd gotten to know, but he was rather certain she wasn't here for the magical demonstrations.

"Ronnae," he said, adding a bow by way of greeting. "What--"

Then Shadowmourne spent just enough time in his enhanced sight to rock him backwards on his heels. He took a step back, bracing himself against one of the tables that lined the walls.

"What," he said a little more weakly, "is that weapon?"

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae blinked a few times looking at the elf she had briefly met before. The young half breed smiled warmly. "Oh hey Abi."

She raised an eyebrow in confusion then looked over her shoulder pointing at the axe strapped to her back? "This? This was a very important achievement for me back home. A relic you can say. In one of my world's most crucial campaigns I was one of the chosen to attempt and gather the materials to craft something that would somehow edge the chances in our favor.... only if ever so slightly. The crafter called it Shadowmourne." She ended in a more serious tone not very matching of the young half orcess.

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"May I... see it?"

The truth was that he was hesitant to even touch the weapon, but he had to be sure of his appraisal. False magical auras could be fabricated; surely it would be easier to fabricate the one around this axe than to truly invest it with what he senses?

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae hesitated a bit. She was told over a hundred times, that this was not a toy. Many of these because she was one of the youngest recruits to have climbed so high in such little time, which garnered a bit of distrust from those who hadn't worked with her.

She held the axe in front of her after a mental debate, this ship is safe, this ship is safe, this ship is safe... I can trust these people can't I?.....

"Be careful alright? It's not a toy." She said in her cheery tone, mentally facepalming at her thought escaping her lips since she didn't mean the comment towards the male as much as she was recalling what they kept telling her.

[alastirra.livejournal.com]

From his message on the gnomish device--she could not yet think of it as anything else--Alastirra realized the elf wouldn't mind visitors.

Well then! That made her life easier.

The Draenei poked her head in and looked around. "Am I disturbing anything yet?"

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"No, not at all." The elf offered a smile as he beckoned her to come in. "I was just starting, in fact."

He's extraordinarily pleased, now; he hadn't actually expected any visitors.

[alastirra.livejournal.com]

"I am not certain what I can do besides observe, as my magic isn't like yours, but if there is any way I can assist..." Alastirra let her words trail off, and shrugged.

"Barring that, tell me where to stand so I am out of the way?"

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"You know, that's a good question," the elf mused. "Certainly I've found that disciplines not my own can interact with similar devices and manifestations in dramatically different ways."

He took a step to the side, out of potential lines of fire. "Would you consider giving me a demonstration of your capabilities?"

[alastirra.livejournal.com]

"What would you like to see? Shaman are known for their versatility, after all. Though my arts lean more toward the pugilistic," Alastirra mused. She tapped a finger against her lower lip, thoughtfully.

She took a step forward and gestured, calling her totems to her. The squat crystalline devices appeared, glowing warmly in the varied colors of the elements.

"I suppose this is one example," the Draenei said thoughtfully. "These provide enhancements to my allies."

[curiousredsoul]

As ever Celena's curiosity had brought her to the sensoriums. After taking note of Aibghalien's message over the omnicomms as to his experiments. She had decided to come along and watch the magical experiments in action, the Elf something of a curious subject for her, especially after their last long talk.

Thus she padded in quietly so as not to disturb his concentrations as he appeared to duplicate his items, waiting until the elven wizard was finished until she greeted him, "Good day to you, Aibghalien," giving the elf a dip of her head, "I hope you do not mind if I watch on for a time,"

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He turned with a bright smile, then bowed. "Good day to you in return, Celena, and of course not. I could use an extra pair of eyes on this, particularly sensitive ones."

Turning back to his work, he created a staff to duplicate the one he held in his hand, then held one up in each hand to compare the two. Not magically, yet, but the resemblance seemed uncanny otherwise. "Besides, you're always welcome to stop by my experiments in any case. Though if we have another long enjoyable talk about magic and history full of intellectual diversions my next experiment might be a candlelit dinner."

He'd said that casually enough, but after he did, he went very still for a moment. "Hm. I said that out loud, didn't I."

[curiousredsoul]

Celena smiled happily to Aibghalien at his reply, dipping her head, "Then a pair I shall happily provide," she replied in turn as she watched on with interest as he duplicated his staff.

Taking a moment to look around the room as he continued to talk before her gaze was drawn back to him, a curious tilt of her head at the last bit, 'Candlelit dinner'? Well now. The slightest hint of an amused grin touching her snout as she watched him a moment.

"Indeed," She replied simply with a hint of amusement, she didn't push the subject though, if he wished to broach it that would be for he to decide. She did not mind his interest though.

[for-magic.livejournal.com]

"I am sorry," he said, still steadfastly refusing to turn around. He continued through the motions of replicating his magical devices, though his mind wasn't exactly on the task (though it didn't really need to be).

After a moment, out of apparently nothing more than a masochistic desire to dig himself in deeper, he continued, "I have not... ever, really, had the pleasure of an acquaintance that had both a curiosity and a mind to so pique my --"

Hmm. He wasn't sure what word to use here. "Well, suffice to say I enjoyed our previous conversation immensely."

[curiousredsoul]

"No harm done," She replied easily, though with the hint of amusement still in her tone as she padded around one side of his laboratory, keeping him him in the corner of her eyes.

It was not long before she returned to pad back over to him after that moment, a smile touching her snout as he spoke once more. Her curiosity and interest in the elf rose yet more as he spoke, amusement hinted in her smile as he tried to find the right words. It was clear that he held quite the interest in her, not that she really minded all too greatly in the least.

Dipping her head with a genuine smile, "I hope there to be many more to come then, I too found the conversation quite enjoyable," She replied sincerely.

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

Jamie approached Aibghalien, standing deferentially a few paces away as he watched him work. He waited to speak up until the elf had finished with his current task, so as not to disturb him in the middle of something important.

"What'd you want to show me, sir?"

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He smiled at his apprentice, turning away from his work to give Jamie his full attention. "Today, I am going to be casting a number of spells, then using the sensoriums to duplicate the effect of those spells precisely. I've prepared a wider variety of effects than I've normally been able to show you, and I intend to use the sensoriums for full effect of combat spells as well. I'd like you to watch all this, both for your own sake and mine. Not only will this be educational, I hope, but you may be able to see things I don't."

He considered his little instruction a moment, checking it for anything he might have missed, then added, "My expectation, however, is that I will not see a difference -- so if you don't see anything unusual, don't be dismayed."

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

Jamie nodded. "Right. I'll let you know if I notice anything."

He stepped a little closer, peering at the objects nearest him with muted interest. "What kind of spells are you going to be working with today, other than combat spells?"

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"I intend to use a broad swath. I'll explain them as I produce them, as we go. In fact, with your permission, I'd like to cast the first spell on you. I believe you've read something of the basics of the Jump spell?"

He reached into a pouch at his side, to produce the material component -- a grasshopper's leg. "This is a useful spell, meant to make it substantially easier to leap either vertically or horizontally. It has further utility in that the greater the strength of the caster, the greater the effect. I'm curious to see how it will appear when we replicate its effects by the sensorium."

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

Jamie was a little surprised by this request, but managed not to let it show much beyond a mildly dubious blink. "Uhm - yeah, go ahead. Should be...interesting."

[gifthasacold]

The Sensoriums. Thom had spent hours in here, trying to discover their secrets, probing with as much of his Gift as he dared. Despite all his efforts, they yielded nothing magical - which was impossible, and only made him more fascinated.

He had walked in on them in use before, but this was the first time his probing returned a sense of magic within. Eagerly, he thrust through the door - only to find some other mage's workroom.

"Ah," he said. "I suppose it was too much to hope for."

That cryptic sentence was the only thing he said - he ignored the presence of the person in the room.

[for-magic.livejournal.com]

The elf turned, one eyebrow lifting. "I beg your pardon?" he said, in that exact sort of tone that sounded so polite it could not reasonably be challenged, yet precisely conveyed the idea that his stated sentiment was not particularly welcome.

[gifthasacold]

Thom started, apparently just now realizing there was someone else in the room. He recovered himself quickly, shrugging. "I was certain the means by which these rooms kept their magic hidden had finally revealed themselves. I suppose it was only you that I sensed."

Yes, only. Rude even at the best of times, Thom is.

[for-magic.livejournal.com]

"That would be correct," Aibghalien said evenly. "These rooms aren't magic, although they are capable of simulating magic perfectly to every test I have supplied so far (though of course the purpose of my presence here today is to submit them to further scrutiny in that precise vein)." Yes, he is fully capable of speaking a parenthetical.

"However, these rooms do not function by magic, but by an extremely advanced form of technology."

[gifthasacold]

"Impossible," Thom said flatly, looking around the room. The illusion was so sophisticated that he could not see any of the telltale signs of repetition that were normally in evidence in even the best illusions.

He pressed his lips together, thinking. "Or perhaps not." He had seen a great deal of things on this ship so far that he would normally classify as impossible, including magic that worked in ways he had never seen before.

It was too much to take in while he should have been focused on curing the taint in his Gift. But it was almost a crime not to try and figure out how it all worked.